The Torn Flag 创作者：
Pete Seeger

N/A

调：C minor

Verse 1
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Malcolm X once got into an argument
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with another man
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as to whether they could call
themselves Americans.
Em 
I'm not an American, said Malcolm.
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Why do you think you are?
Well, I'm an American
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because I was born here.
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Well, you could put a shoe in an oven,
Em 
but that wouldn't make it a biscuit,
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said Malcolm.
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I don't have any such choice.
my own New England ancestors
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participated in all the decisions
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of  100 years ago, 150 years ago.
I had a uncle once who wrote a poem,
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I have a rendezvous with death
at midnight in some flaming town.
So I took his line
and made a new verse using it.
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At midnight in some flaming angry town
I saw my country's flag
lying torn upon the ground
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I ran in and dodged among the crowd
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and scooped it up and ran out to safety
C 
And then I took this
striped old piece of cloth
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and tried my best
Em 
to wash the garbage off,
but I found it had been used
for wrapping lies.
It smelled and stank
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and attracted all the flies.
While I was feverishly at my task,
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I heard a husky voice that seemed to ask,
Do you think you could
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change me just a bit?
C 
Betsy Ross did her best,
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but she made a few mistakes.
My blue is good, the color of the sky
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The stars are good for ideals oh so high
Seven stripes of red are
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strong to meet all danger
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But those white stripes,
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they need some changing
Em 
Am 
I   need also some stripes of
deep rich brown
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And some of tan and black, then all around
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A border of God's gracious
green
would look good there
Maybe you should slant the stripes,
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then I'd not be so square
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Em 
C 
I  awoke and said, what a
ridiculous story
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Don't let anybody say
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I suggested tampering with old glory
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But tonight it's near midnight
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and in another flaming town
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Once again I hear my country's flag
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Em 
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glides torn upon the ground